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200 words
prompt: recurring. from dbsk_flashfic .
01. Paris, April 1997. Pierre is walking across Champ de Mars on his way home, copy of Le Monde under one arm and his hat in the other. He makes a stop at his favorite crepe stall. The vendor is young and handsome, flashes Pierre a loaded smile and tells him this one is on the house.
02. Canjun, July 1879. Luis has had one too many, and yet one short of finding the courage to go over and give Carlos a piece of his mind. So he downs another shot of Jose Cuervo, squares his shoulders, takes the younger man by the neck, and almost misses the other’s mouth.
03. L.A., November 2025. Matt is wearing his favorite pair of Louis Vuitton boots and Forzieri scarf and he swears he’s not trying to out-dress the other man. Dave just smiles at him, looking sheepish in his old navy jeans. But Matt doesn’t falter, continues on to remove the other’s Hilfiger button-up.
04. Seoul, January 2011. JaeJoong mumbles another sleepy saranghae into Yoochun’s soft skin and runs a hand through his hair. It’s all so familiar and yet so foreign; like a one-night stand that’s lasted for a few lifetimes.
D: haven't written anything in forever. sorry if this majorly sucked. in my defense, it's quarter after six and i wrote this in 30 seconds?
200 words
prompt: recurring. from dbsk_flashfic .
01. Paris, April 1997. Pierre is walking across Champ de Mars on his way home, copy of Le Monde under one arm and his hat in the other. He makes a stop at his favorite crepe stall. The vendor is young and handsome, flashes Pierre a loaded smile and tells him this one is on the house.
02. Canjun, July 1879. Luis has had one too many, and yet one short of finding the courage to go over and give Carlos a piece of his mind. So he downs another shot of Jose Cuervo, squares his shoulders, takes the younger man by the neck, and almost misses the other’s mouth.
03. L.A., November 2025. Matt is wearing his favorite pair of Louis Vuitton boots and Forzieri scarf and he swears he’s not trying to out-dress the other man. Dave just smiles at him, looking sheepish in his old navy jeans. But Matt doesn’t falter, continues on to remove the other’s Hilfiger button-up.
04. Seoul, January 2011. JaeJoong mumbles another sleepy saranghae into Yoochun’s soft skin and runs a hand through his hair. It’s all so familiar and yet so foreign; like a one-night stand that’s lasted for a few lifetimes.
D: haven't written anything in forever. sorry if this majorly sucked. in my defense, it's quarter after six and i wrote this in 30 seconds?